Zara Coleman
San Francisco News, April 13th, 2005
Tragedy struck against the Alvarado family this morning, at 3:29 am. Their newly built home was burned to the ground, leaving nothing to the remains. The house belonged to the Alvardo parents, and three children, while also being a hangout to the local community. Unfortunately, only Damien Alvarado, 11, survived the destruction. His parents, Mary, 39, and James Alvarado, 41, along with his older brother, Jackson Alvarado, 16, and younger sister, Bella Alvarado, 9, did not survive the brutal fire. After multiple checks from the fire department, there has still not been a determining cause of the fire.
I let out a shaky breath after reading the old newspaper cut out. It's horrible. I can't believe Damien had to go through all this trauma, and especially so young.
It starts to make a bit more sense as to why Damien loves heat and fire, but I would think it would have made him hate it, rather than love it.
I want to mention it to him. I want to let him know that I found out about this part of his childhood. I'm afraid of how he will react though. I found the newspaper while going through his things and Damien never reacts to most things in a positive way anyway. So add on doing something he told me never to do, I'm terrified of his reaction.
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"Sweetheart, I'm back" Damien echoes into a seemingly empty apartment.
"Hello, I'm in our room!" I answer back, trying to think of a way to mention the news, thinking of the worn out paper in the drawer beside me.
"Hello darling," He mumbles, walking into the room and falling onto his side of the bed.
"How was your day?" I question, wanting to see where he stands.
"It wasn't too good, but it has gotten better now that I get to see you." he gives me a playful wink.
"I need to tell you something." I give in, needing to get this off my chest.
"What is it, sweetheart?" I can see him sit up a bit more, beginning to look worried. I reach into the side table, moving my hand around to find the newspaper clip. My fingers clasp it and I slowly pull it out, feeling extremely nervous about how this is going to go. I pull out the old page, and place it near his leg, making sure he can see it.
"I found this while I was cleaning, I didn't mean to find it but it was right there. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. I'm here if you need me. I love you." I start to ramble, hoping it won't be a huge problem.
Damien hasn't said anything, he hasn't looked away from the smudged words since he set his eyes on them.
A terrifying look entered his eyes, before he lets out a menacing, strangled laugh, his eyes slowly meeting mine.
"It's nothing sweetheart, I'm over it, I promise. I have to go meet someone." He says robotically before walking out the door.
Damien Alvarado
"Are you sure she'll go along with it?"
"Yes, I'm positive," I respond flatly, looking at the man sitting in front of me.
"And she's at the right spot, emotion-wise?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? Because if she isn't, everything will go wrong."
"She's right where I need her to be. In love, worried and naive."
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Broken Promises
Mystery / Thriller"Oh, sweetheart, I would never hurt you." He sneered, fingers crossed behind his back, where i couldn't see them.
